وقى اللّهُ أستار العُلى من خُزيمَةٍ

وقى اللّهُ أستار العُلى من خُزيمَةٍ

صُروف الليالي واستمر لها السَّعْدُ

صُروف الليالي واستمر لها السَّعْدُ

May God protect Khuzaymah’s veils of eminence

May Allah protect the pillars of nobility from dishonor,

From the vicissitudes of the nights, and may good fortune endure for them.

The turns of nights continue to bring them good fortune.

فثمَّ التُّقى الموروث والحسبُ الذي

فثمَّ التُّقى الموروث والحسبُ الذي

إذا عُدَّ أحْسابُ الورى فهو العِدُّ

إذا عُدَّ أحْسابُ الورى فهو العِدُّ

For there are inherited piety and the ancestral honor that,

Then comes the inherited piety and lineage that,

When mankind’s honors are reckoned, is the ancient, enduring one.

When the generations are counted, it is the highest.

فرَعْتُمْ قِنان العِزِّ حتى أطاعكُمْ

فرَعْتُمْ قِنان العِزِّ حتى أطاعكُمْ

وخافكُم بيضُ الصَّوارم والجرْدُ

وخافكُم بيضُ الصَّوارم والجرْدُ

You scaled the summits of glory, till you were obeyed

You have raised the cups of honor until you were obeyed,

And feared by gleaming swords and lean steeds.

And the white swords and armor feared you.

وحُزتم شتيت الفخر حتى أتاكُمُ

وحُزتم شتيت الفخر حتى أتاكُمُ

بغايتهِ الغوْرُ المُباعِدُ والنَّجْدُ

بغايتهِ الغوْرُ المُباعِدُ والنَّجْدُ

And you gathered scattered glory, until there came to you

You have gained scattered glories until the farthest,

The far-off lowlands of Ghawr and the heights of Najd, bearing its fullest measure.

Distant dunes and heights came to you.

ظلامُكُمُ صُبْحٌ بنارِ قِراكُمُ

ظلامُكُمُ صُبْحٌ بنارِ قِراكُمُ

وصُبحكم ليلٌ من النَّقْع مُسْوَدُّ

وصُبحكم ليلٌ من النَّقْع مُسْوَدُّ

Your darkness is dawn, lit by the fire of your hospitality,

Your darkness is a dawn with your castles aflame,

And your dawn is night, blackened by dust.

And your dawn is a night blackened with embers.

وإنَّ لكُمْ بين الدُّبَيْسين مفْخراً

وإنَّ لكُمْ بين الدُّبَيْسين مفْخراً

إذا عُدِّدتْ أيامُه سَجد المَجْدُ

إذا عُدِّدتْ أيامُه سَجد المَجْدُ

And indeed, between the two Dubayses, you have a source of pride:

Among the two encampments you have a pride,

When his days are recounted, glory prostrates itself.

That when its days are counted, glory bows down.